Re: Astrid Arvidsson (C) vs Emaline — No Disqualification Match for the LAW Openweight Title
Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2025 10:39 am
Emaline's knees collapsed on Astrid's stomach like two anvils. For a brief moment, the champion's body jumped, folding in half, after which she sprawled on the mat again. Clutching her stomach with her hands, the blonde turned on her side, coughing painfully at the same time, even a few drops of blood flew out of her mouth, clearly hinting that such an amount of damage was too much even for her powerful body.
Even though she was trying to breathe as deeply as possible, her vision was getting blurry. Yes, her spirit was still strong, but one simple thought began to form in her mind. There is no way out of her current situation. Emaline didn't feel any threat, one of her sycophants even decided to go to the corner to enjoy the show. If only Charlotte were here.…
As soon as the Golden Dragon thought about it, a wave of noise swept through the arena. Moreover, this wave was getting louder and louder. Even through the haze in her eyes, she noticed that Emaline had moved a few steps away from her. What's going on? The sycophant named Yoro was still next to Astrid, but then a black and yellow blur flashed through the air, after which Yoro was swiftly thrown back.
Gritting her teeth, the champion blinked a few times, trying to get her mind in order. And when she opened her eyes and raised her head, she saw someone she hadn't expected to see at all. Clara Gaster. In the flesh. Astrid looked genuinely surprised. Even when the Shadow Lord came up to her and held out her hand, the champion still couldn't believe what was happening. Can be…
It was unlikely that Clara felt responsible for Astrid's lack of cover today. But maybe she wanted to defeat Astrid so much that she was even willing to help her for that. This thought brought a faint smile to the exhausted face of the Golden Dragon.
“Couldn't you come a few minutes earlier, huh?” Without losing her sense of humor, she asked, and then took Clara's hand.
With the help of the black-haired woman, Astrid got to her feet, simultaneously letting out a painful groan, which, however, was drowned out by the approving reaction of the audience. They definitely liked Clara's actions more than the actions of the pink-haired contender's henchmen.
“I owe you thanks...” she said humorlessly this time, then wiped the blood from her chin and turned her head to the side.
As expected, Emaline hid behind Yoro and Shira. Right now Astrid looked like shit, and she felt even worse. Through the efforts of Emaline and her henchmen she was now beaten like a yard dog. However, she did not forget that Clara herself was far from in the best condition, and Astrid had every reason to doubt that the Shadow Lord would be able to cope with Yoro and Shira alone.
“If you're so determined to take the title away from me, we need to work together now,” the champion said in a slightly lower voice. “Let's get these bitches out of the ring first.” Astrid clenched and unclenched her fists several times. “I hope you've watched X-Men.” Astrid's lips curled into a smile. “Take two steps forward, and then grab my hand, I'll get you to Yoro before they can blink.”
Even though she was trying to breathe as deeply as possible, her vision was getting blurry. Yes, her spirit was still strong, but one simple thought began to form in her mind. There is no way out of her current situation. Emaline didn't feel any threat, one of her sycophants even decided to go to the corner to enjoy the show. If only Charlotte were here.…
As soon as the Golden Dragon thought about it, a wave of noise swept through the arena. Moreover, this wave was getting louder and louder. Even through the haze in her eyes, she noticed that Emaline had moved a few steps away from her. What's going on? The sycophant named Yoro was still next to Astrid, but then a black and yellow blur flashed through the air, after which Yoro was swiftly thrown back.
Gritting her teeth, the champion blinked a few times, trying to get her mind in order. And when she opened her eyes and raised her head, she saw someone she hadn't expected to see at all. Clara Gaster. In the flesh. Astrid looked genuinely surprised. Even when the Shadow Lord came up to her and held out her hand, the champion still couldn't believe what was happening. Can be…
It was unlikely that Clara felt responsible for Astrid's lack of cover today. But maybe she wanted to defeat Astrid so much that she was even willing to help her for that. This thought brought a faint smile to the exhausted face of the Golden Dragon.
“Couldn't you come a few minutes earlier, huh?” Without losing her sense of humor, she asked, and then took Clara's hand.
With the help of the black-haired woman, Astrid got to her feet, simultaneously letting out a painful groan, which, however, was drowned out by the approving reaction of the audience. They definitely liked Clara's actions more than the actions of the pink-haired contender's henchmen.
“I owe you thanks...” she said humorlessly this time, then wiped the blood from her chin and turned her head to the side.
As expected, Emaline hid behind Yoro and Shira. Right now Astrid looked like shit, and she felt even worse. Through the efforts of Emaline and her henchmen she was now beaten like a yard dog. However, she did not forget that Clara herself was far from in the best condition, and Astrid had every reason to doubt that the Shadow Lord would be able to cope with Yoro and Shira alone.
“If you're so determined to take the title away from me, we need to work together now,” the champion said in a slightly lower voice. “Let's get these bitches out of the ring first.” Astrid clenched and unclenched her fists several times. “I hope you've watched X-Men.” Astrid's lips curled into a smile. “Take two steps forward, and then grab my hand, I'll get you to Yoro before they can blink.”